Raising a child in a way that honours the child and their magic.
itoshigo.family
見守る · mee-mah-MOH-roo
To watch over with loving, protective presence, and to leave them room to become who they are.
A year · from year one
Carried at home · twelve weeks in a room
It begins when the first year is behind you.
The sleep, the fear, the two of you barely speaking by Thursday. Nobody needs a programme in the middle of that. So this one waits until you are standing up again.
Then comes the year they start saying no.
Climbing. Testing exactly what happens. Finding out where the edges are by walking straight at them. This is the year a child learns whether being difficult makes her less loved — and she learns it from what happens in the ordinary minutes, rather than from anything anybody tells her.
Correcting behaviour without ever attacking a child's sense of her own worth.
Paige Lamoureux
A boundary is a kindness when a child can feel the person holding it. The work is in how you say no, at half past five, on the third time of asking, when you have had a day of your own.
You wrote it before she arrived. Through this year it returns to you — your own sentence, in your own words, at the month you most need to read it. Nobody here writes you advice you did not ask for.
The rest is carried at home, across a year, at the pace a year actually moves. Twelve of those weeks you spend with other parents whose children are the same age as yours, which is the part no book has ever been able to give anybody.
Raising a child in a way that honours the child and their magic.
itoshigo.family
Mine, and yours to strike. Two lines are yours — correcting behaviour without ever attacking a child's sense of her own worth, and honours the child and their magic. Every other line I wrote. The price is absent because you have never set one, and a number invented here would be a claim you never made.